Adventures in Spearfishing - 4

Several dive outings had gone by, and I had yet to prove myself as a spearfisher-woman when things were about to change. 

On a fine summer day, in the not-too-deep waters off the shore of south Oahu, I noticed a flash of red in a puka in the rocks. All excited, I cocked my spear and swam toward it. 



It was an aweoweo. A small one. It looked at me with scared, innocent eyes as it backed up further into the hole.

In an instant I realized what I actually must've known all along . . . that there was no way I was gonna spear that fish or any other fish for that matter. 


I decided to hang up my spear after that, and I never took it out again.  I still went diving with Wendell 'cause . . . you know . . . it wasn't fish that I was trying to catch anyway.